#The Assignment

[ultimateanna]

The Evil Within - Leslie Withers and Ruvik (Ruben Victoriano)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Assignment 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your agree to cover an empty internship but the role isn’t as easy as you expect. (older!reader)

Spiritual sister series to Overtime.

Characters: boss!Lee Bodecker, glimpse of Andy Barber.

Author’s Note: wondering how involved Andrew should be...

Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

“Mr. Bodecker,” you step into the open door, “your coffee.” 

He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t thank you. You cross the office and set it down. It’s like your invisible. You doubt his interns felt that way. 

You go back to the door but before you can pass through, he clears his throat. “Good girl.” 

You stop for a moment then carry on. Girl? You haven’t been called that in years. 

At your desk, you delve back into your screen. You have your own work still to manage next to your new tasks. It isn’t ideal but no one can accuse you of not being a team player. 

The red light on the phone flashes and you pick up the received, “sugar, honey. You forgot the sugar.” 

You fix your grip on the phone, “sir, did you want sugar or honey?” 

He snorts, “su-gar.” 

He hangs up. You set down the phone and go back to typing. You finish your email before you get up. You go to the kitchen and grab several packets of sugar. You can’t judge. Bodecker has a bit of extra hanging over his belt, the request isn’t surprising. You have a sweet tooth of your own but you cut sugar out of your coffee years ago. 

You go back to his office and tap on the door. He grunts, you enter, silence as your heels tap one the floor. You put the sugar beside his cup. 

“Didn’t ask for sugar for the desk,” he scoffs. 

You inhale as he doesn’t look away from his screen. It’s a test. The executives like to play games, see how far they can push others. Obviously, they think their attention is the ultimate trophy. From your years there, you know it’s not worth the effort. 

You rip open the first packet and pause, “how much?” 

“Three packs will do. Could use with something sweet.” 

The last comment says a lot. He needs sweetness because you’re not sweet. Pity. 

You stir it with the wooden stick and dump the waste in the bin. He slurps loudly as you head for the door. He gulps tightly then suppresses a belch. 

“Honey, I got some shoes I need picked up. Be a doll--” 

“With due respect, I’m not honey and I’m not a doll,” you turn to him. “I’m too keep your calendar and take minutes. I don’t think shoes fall within my purview.” 

“I’m sure you’re more than capable--” he cooes. 

“I was looking over your calendar, sir--” 

“Ah, ah,” he raises his hand to silence you. “Don’t interrupt me.” He curls his fingers then points at you, leaning his elbow on his desk. He clucks. “Barber fucking with me? He put you up to this?” 

“He asked me to take on the extra work--” 

“No, he’s messing with me. You?” 

You stare at him dully. You won’t let him deride you. He might think that every woman craves him but you only want the clock to spin to five and a glass of wine. 

“Maybe you should discuss it with him. Would you like me to pen him in?” You ask. 

His cheek ticks, “you bein’ smart with me?” 

“Sir, I’m doing my job.” 

“I’m telling you your job and you’re being defiant,” he accuses. “How about a smile?” 

You blink at him. You never got this obsession with smiling. The men don’t smile. They might smirk and leer, but most days they look nothing short of vacant. 

“Go on, bet ya pretty when you do,” he brings his other arm onto the desk and crosses them, leaning forward emphatically. “Smile for me, honey.” 

You clear your throat and enunciate your name clearly, “you can address me by my name.” 

“Far as I got it, you work for me, so I’ll call you what I like. And you’ll do what I say, so smile.” 

You stare across the office. You can’t do it. You check your watch. “Well, if there’s nothing else.” 

You back out and shut the door. You return to the desk and go back to resituating yourself. His shared calendar is a mess. The last intern double-booked him. You’ll need to make some calls. 

As you dial out, Bodecker’s office door swings open and he stomps out. You keep your eyes on the screen as you wait for an answer. He strides past you and down the next hall. 

The other end picks up and you work on rescheduling. One down, a lot to go. You heard the rumours that his assistants weren’t there to be more than eye candy, but you didn’t expect this chaos. Your task keeps you busy as you rearrange the blocks one at a time. 

A cough keeps you from your next call. You look up as Barber looks down at you. He sighs and frames his hips. You fold your hands and hold his gaze calmly. 

“What’s going on?” He asks. You know that tone, that question. 

“I got his coffee--” 

“You’re arguing with him,” he interjects. 

“Sir, I was told I would be carrying out admin. Professional work. With due respect, I don’t believe my job description or pay grade includes acting as a maid.” 

“That’s not—come on,” he extends and arm and plants his hand on your desk, posturing over you. “Give a little, okay? I asked you to do this because I know you can handle Lee. You got a good head on you and the man needs some stability. Get him on the right track, alright? It’s about the company, not you.” 

“I didn’t assume it had anything to do with me personally,” you assure him. 

“Is this about the money? We can factor the extra work in as overtime.” He suggests. 

“Thank you, sir, I’d very much appreciate that but... I don’t see any of the male admin fetching coffee. Not even the interns,” you counter. 

His lashes flutter and he rubs the side of his nose. “Humour him, alright? Some men like a smile with their coffee. He’s got a lot of work to do, your job is to support him, however he deems fit.” 

Barber’s stern tone yields no argument. You nod. “Yes, sir.” 

You turn back to your computer. He sighs again and shifts to sit on the corner of your desk. 

“Show me then. Give me a smile.” 

You wince. 

“If he asks--” 

“I’m asking,” he insists. 

Your nose flares and you keep your hand on your mouse. You look at him and swallow tightly. Your lips feel as if they’ll split and your cheeks tug as you force a smile. 

“Do you want me to giggle too?” You give a churlish chirp. 

He glowers and stands. 

“No one likes this, alright? We all just gotta do our part.” He taps your desk and pivots away. 

Your face falls and you stare dully at the monitor. Years of work and you’re knocked back to the first rung in a single morning. 

[m-rod-unofficial]

Michelle Rodríguez as Frank Kitchen || Tomboy: A Revenger's Tale (2016)

[may-bonne]

everyone is bullying my sweet boy just because he looks like this :((

[nellarw95]

Feliz Cumpleaños/ Happy Birthday Michelle🥳🎂

Mayte Michelle Rodríguez

July 12,1978

Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

12 Luglio 1978

[dazzlingskydreams]

10 years of The Evil Within with The Administrator.

Onwards with the mini 10th Anniversary countdown!

[stopthatbluecat]

The Assignment is a perfect Halloween episode and a fantastic Rom episode. Perfection ❤️❤️❤️

[crimescrimson]

The Shade in The Evil Within: The Assignment (2015)

[katewalkershusband]

More Juli Kidman pfp/icons from The Evil Within 1

[middlegradeeveryday]

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The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich by Denya Muniz (4.25 Stars)

Becoming Brianna by Terri Lebinson (4.75 Stars)

Civil War: Young Avengers by Zeb Wells (4 Stars)

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[ultimateanna]

The Evil Within

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Assignment 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your agree to cover an empty internship but the role isn't as easy as you expect. (older!reader)

Characters: boss!Lee Bodecker, glimpse of Andy Barber.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

“I’ve already asked Anna. She has so much going on already with her daughter and you know I would if Stan wasn’t away on a work trip. Poor Melissa is just too new for a coverage position,” Nicole explains.

“Got it,” you say as you pack up the contents of your desk drawer. “I already said yes.” 

“I know, but I also know it’s a real pain. It’s just that there’s nowhere else that can spare the body and Mr. Barber owes Mr. Bodecker so--” 

“Yep, sacrificial lamb,” you utter dryly as you slide the drawer shut. “Really, Nicole, I get it. You don’t need to go on. We all know how this works. We go where they tell us too.” 

“Yeah, it’s just... he’s chased off three in the last two months. That kind of turnover...” she looks around. “They need someone mature. Who can handle the workload.” 

“Right,” you stand and pick up your box of things. “I won’t be that far away, no big deal.” 

She gives a tense smile and you turn away. You march out of your shared space and down the hall. You understand what she means by ‘workload’. Mr. Bodecker might be a hard ass for all you know but what everyone knows for sure is that he is a menace. There’s a reason those interns left almost soon as they got through the door. 

You claim the empty desk waiting for you and drop the box on it. You roll the chair out and sit. You should’ve wheeled yours over. You adjust the height and wiggle around. Hm, it’ll do. Work is work, no matter how comfortable you are. 

You stand again and take out your laptop and plug it in. Then you unpack your wireless mouse and keyboard and your pad with the wrist rest. You stretch your fingers above the tight brace and sigh. You can use all the ergonomic tools and aids but it’s not getting any better. 

No use putting it off any longer. He probably already knows. You go around the desk and knock on the closed door. 

“Come on in,” Mr. Bodecker drawls from the other side. 

You open the door and step into the doorway, “hello, Mr. Bodecker. Just letting you know I’ve got my stuff moved and I’ll be taking over for the time being, as requested by Mr. Barber.” 

“Barber? Old pal,” he says. “He sent you?” 

You hear it all in his tone. He sent you? I asked for a replacement, not an old lady. You don’t let it bother you. You’re not there for his pleasure. 

“Yes, me,” you confirm. “Is there anything I can do?” 

“Coffee, darlin’,” he winks. 

“Coffee?” 

“Double sugar, no cream.” 

“Sir, I’m an admin assistant, not an intern. I was referring more to your calendar or some tasks--” 

“I asked for the position to be filled. That means getting my coffee, sweetheart.” 

“Mm, sir,” you enunciate the last word sternly. “Again, I’m a professional. I don’t get anyone’s coffee but my own. Would you like me to review your meetings? Should I set aside some time to keep minutes for anything?” 

He huffs and sits back, his face wrinkling in consternation, “you can get outta my office.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

You close the door gently and return to the desk. You sit and tuck away your things in the single drawer. When you finally get sorted, you boot up your computer. Almost at once, a notification pops up. You click on it and a conversation expands across the screen. 

‘Thanks again for taking on the extra work. Please do your best to keep Mr. Bodecker happy. He’s working on a very important project.’ 

You review Mr. Barber’s message. The timing is peculiar. 

‘Yes, sir. I’ve checked in and offered to help arrange his schedule and tasks. I am awaiting further directive but will do my best to support.’ 

Three dots, then none, then three again. The next message pops up. 

‘Get him his coffee.’ 

Really? What is he, a child? Tattling on you? Over a cup of coffee. 

‘Sir, I understood I would perform admin work.’ 

The little eye blips down to show that your message is seen but no message comes. You shake your head and open your inbox. If the success of your work hinges on coffee, then you’re just as good going back with the others. 

You recognise Mr. Barber’s gait. You look up as he appears from around the corner. You sit up and greet him. His hands are in his pocket, his jacket pushed back, his neck and jaw tight. 

“I understand that you don’t think it’s part of your role but for now, it is. You will get Bodecker his coffee and anything else he asks for,” he says without courtesy. 

You try not to show your irritation. It isn’t just the task. You’re not some housewife or barista. On top of that, these men don’t talk to the young ones like this. Or the moms. Nicole and Anna can just mention daycare of soccer and they can get leeway and Melissa, so nice but young, she just needs to smile. That stopped working for you a long time ago. 

“Coffee,” you type as you speak, “I will add it to my roster, sir. I understand. Very important work.” 

“Come on,” he steps closer, looking down at you, “don't be like this. You’re a good worker. You know I respect you and appreciate everything you’ve done. It’s just coffee.” 

“Oh yes, just coffee,” you agree and stand up. “I better go put the pot on. Would you like a cup too, Mr. Barber?” 

He gives a slow blink and pushes his tongue into his cheek, “no, thank you.” 

His own agitation leaks through. He got what he wanted but you didn’t give him the deference he expected. You didn’t apologise for it. You just accepted it. You’ll do it, but you won’t be happy about it. 

“Try a smile,” Barber slips his hand from his pocket and taps the corner of the desk, “it might make things a little easier.” 

You stare at him. He lingers and when you don’t change your expression, he sighs and strides off. How many times had a man told you to smile? Why should you? For them? That’s why you don’t want to get the coffee; you give a little, they’ll take it all. 

[m-rod-unofficial]

Michelle Rodríguez as Frank Kitchen || Tomboy: A Revenger's Tale (2016)

[may-bonne]

I don't care for ai stuff but I desperately need to tell another person that I came across a Frank Kitchen fucking chatbot the other day. It has 11k chats and I'm sure none of them are from people that know what he's from.

I'm blown away..

i feel like that would not be hard to code seeing as i imagine 9 out of 10 times it would give no response and just send back a pic of mrod's big sad brown eyes

i thought perhaps it was the motivational speaker frank kitchen who comes up when you google the name but i see the chatbot description is "assassin" so prolly not lol. that person's also made a chatbot for jujube the cat and i can't imagine how that works. although now that i think about it the cat must be able to talk. it can't just be her making cat noises. i wouldn't put it past her though. how the hell does the frank chatbot have 11k when rain ocampo only has 7k? i think you must be right that they don't know who it is

okay i caved and used a tempmail to make an acc. now that i've closed the window i can never log back in and i did a really good thing earlier today so it'll balance out morally i think. here are the takeaways:

1) every time you ask him a question he "shifts in his seat evasively" and demands to know who's asking so at least they have that down

2) the bot doesn't know any of the events of the movie or its other characters although it will bring up its love of dogs at any opportunity

3) somehow the wires have gotten crossed because bot!frank is clearly supposed to be a trans man. it will start telling you with very little prompting about its teenage gender dysphoria and how it always wanted to be a boy and its dad beat it because it wanted a son

basically it's a sullen dog-loving trans guy child abuse victim chatbot. i'm pretty sure i've read at least five f&f fics where that was somehow brian's deal so i understand why it would be wildly popular